Kidnapped a Don for Christmas

Stuck together.

Elyandra's POV

After we have eaten, I don't know what we are going to do because it is dark outside and there is nothing for us to do. We do not have much to talk about because Charlie cannot remember who he is. I cannot even ask him about his life. I know that he must have lived a luxurious life and that he is not used to living the way that we have to live. Here in the cabin, I can see that he feels uncomfortable. Or maybe it is because he does not want to be close to me. Maybe I am too much for him. I have to admit I can be a little crazy sometimes, so I go and see where the games are that my mother and father always used to play with us when we were younger. They were much more plain people back then. They were much more fun, and my sister was still my sister. Andrea was my best friend. Although we were always in competition and none of us liked to lose, when we were playing games, we were always having fun. All I can find is a chessboard and pieces. I love playing chess. I wonder if Charlie knows how to play chess. It is something that you should not forget, even if you have memory loss.

"How about a game of chess? Do you know how to play chess? Can you remember if you know how to play chess?" I ask. I hope he's not very good at chess because I do not like to lose.

"Yes, I think I know how to play chess. The chessboard reminds me of an older man, maybe a grandfather or somebody. I can see his face in front of me, but I cannot place his name. Why can't I remember? This is really frustrating. Why can't I remember who I am? I can just let you drive me to my house. The city is not that far, is it? Now we are stuck here. I do not think that I like the snow. Although it is quiet and peaceful, and I am getting used to this little cabin, it is really cozy with the fire going. Who does this cabin belong to?" Charlie asks.

"The cabin belonged to my grandmother and my grandfather. When they died that they left the cabin to me because they knew that my parents would not use it anymore. My parents have become very different people since my sister became a supermodel who worked overseas. They started thinking that they were better than other people, and then they made me work in the company so that they could spend all the money that I make. I know I sound better, but it is a bitter pill for me to swallow. You know, I used to have other dreams. I always wanted to stay here. I wanted to become a writer. I know I have a hell of an imagination, but now I am doing boring office work every day, and this is the only holiday I get a year because my parents won't allow me to go anywhere else but the office and work my ass off so that they can live in luxury," I say.

"How old are you? You must be at least twenty-three. Why would you let your parents tell you how to live your life? Why don't you just follow your dream?" Charlie says.

"You do not know my parents. They will not allow me to live here in peace or to follow my dream. Oh, and thank you for the compliment. No, I'm not twenty-three. I am twenty-five. Anyway, that has nothing to do with my whole life story. My sister was always everything. She got to follow her dreams. Even when I was in school, I was forced to study every day because I was the one who was supposed to be the clever one. My sister was the beautiful one, and my parents allowed her to become a model because she did not have the brains to do anything else. However, she kept spending all her money on clothing and other stupid things and never put any money away. Now she is too old to be a model. Although she is still in her early twenties, it is very hard for a model her age to get a contract. Designers prefer newer faces, and they prefer to appoint younger girls. She is going to try to become an actress, but I don't think she can act very well. I was always the ugly duckling, and my sister was the beautiful swan. That is why I am stuck with the family business while she gets to travel the world and live a dream. I don't want to travel the world. I do not like to travel the world. I would like to stay here in the cabin, sit here with an old typewriter and write a murder mistery book. I would also love to write romantic books about werewolves and vampires. I know a lot of people don't believe in that mythology stuff, but I do. I do believe that there are some things out there that we do not know about, but that is just because I have a great imagination, and I know that everybody tells me that I am living in my own dream world." I talk too much. Again, I do not know if I am boring Charlie, but I do not know what else to talk about besides myself, because I know Charlie doesn't know anything about himself, and he cannot talk about himself.

"Well, I think it is very unfair of your parents not to allow you to live your dream. I think you should stand up for yourself and tell them to go to hell. They can run their own business, and if they cannot run it, why don't they just get their other daughter a husband who can run it?" Charlie asks.

"I wish it were that easy. My parents would not like my sister to get married. They think that she is too young to marry and that she still has a lot of opportunities in front of her. Although she did sleep with my fiancé, and deep down inside of me, I hope she gets pregnant. She is too stupid to use anything to avoid becoming pregnant," I say. For the first time, I see Charlie smile. I do not believe that he smiles a lot.

"I wish I could tell you about my life, but at the moment, everything is just dark when I try to think about my life. I think I am relatively happy because I don't feel like I am an unhappy person. However, I will not know until I get my memory back. I want to thank you for kidnapping me. You saved my life by kidnapping me. I just have that feeling in my bones," Charlie smiles.